Three years after I received that first letter, the bells and the letters continued. I had integrated these phenomena into my world, into the normal.
I felt as though the poetry was trying to tell me something, but it was all contradiction and hyperbole and parable, without sufficient reference to what I know.
The bells were background noise. I have come to appreciate the unpredictable metronome.
It was three years to the day I received the invitation to take the boat ride. I set off that day; nothing could have outranked.
Roman Ryan 